The slut in the Garden

I had to give him 5 blow jobs if I wanted it removed. So I eagerly sucked, and when I got to the 5, he removed it only to edge me and lock me back up. “I said I’d remove it, I never said you could cum.”

ughh 💖✨️💕 yes please.

That’s why I got you this extra lovely kennel

You eat from the floor and sleep outside like a pet should

And we both know this treatment means you’ll always have a wet cunt

Duties include: Remaining under owner's desk for duration of work day to provide oral service and general entertainment. Cockwarming owner during both meetings and day-to-day work activities. Humping owner's shoes under desk throughout day. Throating cock Providing oral support when requested. Sucking owner's fingers when presented. Submitting to hatefucking penetration from owner during boring or frustrating days. During lunch hour, all office desk pets are placed in group play pen for exercise expect to get humped like a bottom bitch.

Uniform: Collar and leash required. Lingerie and resraints at owners discretion. Tail plug optional. Chastity device required to ensure maximum obedience. Desk pets may be required to wear owner's cum on face/body.

Compensation: Lots of praise you're a good little whore, aren't you? Several head pats per day. Regular petting, scratching behind ears. Lots of cum to drink don't you dare spill a drop. Desk pets may occassionally be fucked as a reward for good behavior you better beg for it. Orgasms administered at owner's discretion.

She pushed her tongue out as far as she could. She wanted as much of it on the polished concrete of the bathroom floor as possible at every moment. She licked with genuine passion, lovingly, her big watery eyes focused on him. He watched her work for a while and then beckoned her up with two of his fingers. She rose to sit, putting her hands up in front of her like a little dog, wrists limp and fingers falling. He stood up, walked over to her, reached for her right paw, wordlessly took it into his hand, and put it on his cock. She could feel through his jeans that he was getting hard. She smiled and blushed, looking down at the floor. He let her go and she moved her head down again, arching her back, raising her ass, and pressing her tits against the cold concrete. He sat back down on the toilet. She resumed licking and kissing, and the day’s lesson started.

“It’s easy to do what I want,” he said. “It feels good.”

She licked the floor. “It’s easy,” she repeated. She licked again. “This feels good.”

“You sound so smart,” he said. “when you say the things that I say. When you say your own thoughts you sound stupid. You sound like a stupid bitch.” He clicked the icon on his phone that started her Lush Bullet vibrator on its low setting.

“I’m smart when I say what you say,” she said and licked again. She felt a warmth radiating out from her stomach. Her cunt clenched. “I’m a dumb bitch when I say my thoughts. My thoughts are so stupid. Your thoughts are so smart. Thank you for letting me have your thoughts.”

“If you have my thoughts,” he said, “you’ll be so smart. If you do what I want, you’ll be so good.” He stretched out his legs, showing her the soles of his boots. Her goal.

“I need to be good and smart,” she said, licking now every couple of words. With every bit of the floor she cleaned, she was closer to him. “I need you to have what you want.” Her head didn’t feel jumbled. She didn’t feel nervous or unsure about what to do. She’d do whatever he wanted. This was easy. It felt good.

“You’ll do whatever I want,” he said. It was like he could read her mind. Her mind was his mind, she thought. She wondered if that was his thought, too. She decided it probably was. “You’ll always be good,” he said. “I want you to be good. I don’t want you to be bad.”

Her eyes narrowed and she licked hard at the thought of being bad. She hated that idea. She imagined she was licking his piss off the floor. She knew he would like her thinking that. She wanted to only think things he liked. “I don’t ever wanna be bad,” she said, licking, “and I’ll do my best always.” She licked again, thinking about the piss. Her cunt was hot and buzzy and the feeling was radiating through her body.

“I know,” he said. “I know you won’t be bad. Don’t ever be bad or stupid or I’ll have to correct you.”

“Never ever,” she said, firmly. “But I know if I am you’d have to correct me and that’s good. I just…I don’t wanna ever need that.” She licked more, now cleaning the floor directly in front of him. She was determined. She would never be bad. She would never ever not do what he said. She would never ever not think what he thought.

She looked pretty, he thought. A pretty, empty vessel to fill with his thoughts and his desires and his cum and his piss. She cleaned the floor and repeated her lessons and it made his cock hard.

“You’re my good little student,” he said. “Your devotion makes me feel good.”

“You feeling good is so important to me,” she said. “Your lessons are so lovely and good. Being devoted to you makes me feel warm and happy and nice.” She licked the soles of his boots now and imagined that she was cleaning his cum off of them. Once they were clean, he’d let her lick his balls and asshole and cock. She wanted his cum so much. She squinted her eyes and imagined how its taste would mix with the rubbery, dirty taste of his soles. She loved his cum. She loved his boots. She loved his asshole. She loved his balls. He wanted her to love those things and so she did. She wanted what he wanted. She needed to want what he wanted.

“Devotion,” he said. “Submission. These things feel good. Abasement. Degradation. These are how you show devotion. How you submit.”

Resolution swelled in her. She would never be bad. She would do anything. Nothing was too degrading. Her limits rolled through her mind like symbols on the reel of a slot machine. As she saw each one, she thought, I would do that, if he wanted. I would want to. His limits are my limits.

No. Bad girl.

If a puppy is capable of being housebroken, you are more than qualified to follow suit, isn’t that right?

Don’t pout baby girl. Just try harder for daddy.

You want to be let upstairs at somepoint, don’t you?

That’s what I thought princess.

I've decided I want to be a better girl by denying myself for a longer time, but it's so hard for me to stay consistent! I always end up coming again :(

Therefore I'm making this post. For every note this gets, whether it's a like, reblog or comment, I will edge myself 1 time.

This post DOES NOT have an expiration date, it ends once I catch up with the notes. Because of this I will start to edge myself on July 20 2020.

“You understand why I don’t trust you, right?” Caroline asked, glancing at the tall, pale brunette with the dark brown eyes and the exposed, full breasts. “I mean, I know all the stories. They say that if you accept food or drink from one of the fae, you wind up being their slave until you’ve repaid them for their hospitality. And I don’t know where I am, but I know I’ve been following the sun for at least three full days now. It hasn’t risen, it hasn’t set, and I haven’t gotten out of the forest. I… I don’t think I’m in the real world anymore. And now here you are. With your, um….” Caroline blushed. “Your offer,” she finished weakly.

The stranger smiled. She didn’t look like a faerie, if Caroline could really judge something like that; she didn’t seem to have pointed ears underneath her long dark hair and her eyes looked as human as Caroline’s. Instead of a flowing, diaphanous robe, wore jean shorts and a loose fitting green blouse that she’d slid down to display her full, heavy tits. But she’d refused to give Caroline her name, and when Caroline as good as accused her of being fae, she only smiled and said, “You can trust me or not, however you like. But my offer is the best you’re likely to get. Fresh milk, straight from the source and honestly offered.”

Caroline’s mouth watered. A day ago, she would have been entirely untempted by the offer, maybe even a little bit shocked, but three days of wandering through the endless forest had left her in dire straits. Her stomach growled at the thought of any kind of sustenance, even from a source as taboo as the breast of another woman, and she was already beginning to drool thinking about warm milk flowing down her throat and into her belly. But she tried to stay wary. “Honestly offered?” she asked, glancing skeptically at the other woman’s cool stare. “Not freely?”

The woman let out a snorting laugh. “Oh, darling,” she said, her voice rich with amusement. “You are a treat. You really should have a drink soon, before someone cruel comes along to tempt you with something you can’t refuse. I’ll take good care of that witty mind of yours until you need it again, and you won’t last too much longer in these woods. You didn’t bring supplies, you’re almost utterly unprepared, and I assure you, you’ll not find your way back out without help. Might as well be me as anyone else, mmm?” She cupped one of her breasts in her hand, bouncing it lightly on her palm in a gesture of invitation.

Caroline looked around, desperation plainly written on her face. She’d tried retracing her steps already without success; whatever faerie arch or circle she’d stepped through, it refused to readmit her to the world she knew. She knew she felt less hungry or thirsty than she should after three days of travel, but she was nonetheless parched and famished. Her strength couldn’t last forever. “Can, can we make a bargain?” she asked nervously, stepping closer to the mysterious woman and looking up into her imperious eyes.

“Of course we can, darling,” the stranger replied, gathering Caroline’s head in her hands and pressing the helpless woman’s lips to her nipple. “You drink as much as you want,” she purred, reaching down and tugging down Caroline’s shirt to tease her pale, soft breasts, “and I’ll own you for a year for every swallow. It’ll be up to you how long you want to be owned, and you can’t ask for fairer than that, can you?” She smirked, her eyes glittering with sinful amusement as Caroline guzzled down enchanted milk straight from the tit in gulp after mindless gulp. Caroline’s mind slipped away into drowsy, mesmerized slumber as she drank… and her last thought, before she drifted into a spellbound haze, was that she would never want to stop.

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With a groan, Bella slumped out of her bed and slowly walked towards her front door, muttering grumpy under her breath. As she opened the door, she stared in confusion for a moment as the bright light of day hit her still tired eyes in full force, causing her to squint and whine as she tried to make out the identity of the blurry unfamiliar shape standing before her.

"Excuse me young lady, are your parents home?" He said, in a deep voice which she didn't quite recognise.

"No, for your information my parents don't live here. Can I ask who exactly you are?" She responded abrasively, already considering closing the door on the mystery man and returning to bed.

"I see. I actually live next door, right over there. I suppose you're the one I should complain to about the noise then, is that correct little missy?"

"Little Missy? Omg who even says stuff like that?" She snapped back without a second's thought.

Belle's eyes had slowly adjusted and she could finally make out the man before her clearly. He was an older man, black hair tarnished by a substantial amount of grey and his wrinkles also caught her attention quickly. He might have been handsome in his day, but now he was old...ancient even, at least by Bella's standards. Her face contorted in disgust for a moment as she stared at his grey hairs.

"I really shouldn't be surprised that you would act so indignant after the racket you caused last night. You young people are just a nuisance, always so loud and entitled!" The man began to rant, but Bella cut him off.

"Ok boomer." She said in her most monotone voice, eyes narrowed and arms folded as she leaned against the door frame and sighed.

The man looked stunned for a moment. As if he had just been punched in the stomach. Then his eyes focused and his brow tensed. His breathing slowed and his tone shifted, from that of an adult scolding a precocious child to something harsher and more venomous.

"What did you say to me?" He asked, his voice low but filled with wrath.

"Ok boomer." Bella repeated, in exactly the same tone. Her eyes were looking off to the side now as she didnt even acknowledge his presence. His blood boiled.

"Im not a damn boomer! But in my day we showed respect to our elders! You are the worst generation!" He growled.

"Ok boomer." Bella repeated. She was done dealing with him, he lost his mind after two simple words and Bella was enjoying seeing him get redder and angrier as she simply repeated her current favourite insult. She could just imagine his head exploding with anger...she had to stifle a giggle at that idea, although she wouldn't want to clean that up.

"Is that all you can say? You young people all act the same. It's this damn social media culture, no one reads books these days, or god forbid thinks for themself. They just consume the inane drivel that passes for entertainment and regurgitate everything because their minds are so hollow and lacking in any stimulation. You're just a brainless idiot who can only repeat 'ok boomer'." He raved.

"Ok boomer." She repeated. Bella was still very tired and despite the man standing before her snapping at her like an angry chihuahua, she was beginning to drift off again. Her eyelids sunk and she couldnt help but yawn gently as she muttered "ok boomer" softly in response to the sad old man.

"You're so dumb and pathetic that you repeat that like a mantra. Ok boomer. It's poisoning our youth. Numbing their brains. Every time you say it you lose brain cells. Yet deep down you know that you should be respectful to your elders. That you should listen to their words and obey what they tell you. That's why this 'ok boomer' became so popular. That's why it slips past your lips so easily and feels so right to say. You want to obey your elders. You must obey your elders." He explained, his anger dying down as he began to lecture her.

"Ok boomer." Bella said meekly. Her eyes were now totally closed and her lips hung open slightly, consciousness fading as she could just about make out his words and manage to utter a response, if only by repeating those two simple words.

"Ok boomer." Bella wasn't even sure what he was saying anymore, her head was swimming as she slipped into something like a dream, though it was somewhat different to what she was used to. She was vaguely aware that she was still standing at the door, and yet her mind felt so relaxed and floaty, like she was lost in slumber. She heard the man's voice, but it was a distant echo. Her own voice simply repeated "ok boomer" over and over, the words reverberating through her cavernous brain. She wasn't even choosing to say them anymore, it was more like something that was happening automatically, without her thinking, like breathing. She inhaled. "Ok boomer." She exhaled. "Ok boomer." Her mind was so empty. All she could do was repeat it.

The man watched the girl sleepily muttering over and over and a smile flashed across his face.

"You should apologise to me, although since that seems to be all a silly young girl like you can say these days I suppose you'll have to apologise some other way. Stick out your tongue." He commanded.

"Ok boomer." She said, slowly rolling her tongue out of her mouth until she was drooling with an utterly dopey expression plastered across her face.

"This is how you young women should always look, it shows your true nature. Now, let me in." He said.

"Ok boomer." Bella drowned as she swung the door open.

The man walked in calmly and closed the door behind him, reaching his hand to her waist and gently pulling her along beside him.

"My, you certainly left this place in a state. It's so awful. It's a disgusting mess, just like you."

"Ok boomer." Bella, the disgusting mess responded.

The man looked around for a few minutes until he found something as Bella waited, mumbling her mantra as she remained lost in her strange dream.

"Ok, stick out that tongue again and show me those perky young tits of yours." He demanded.

With an "ok boomer", Bella complied. Her face instantly melted into a pathetically stupid and humiliating expression as she pulled her top aside and pushed out her chest like an eager slut.

The man reached forward and with a marker in hand began to write across her chest. 'OK BOOMER'.

*Snap*

He had already pulled out his phone and taken a picture, which he admired for a moment before turning the device around and showing Bella the image.

"This is you. This is what all you young girls are nowadays, just mindless little sluts desperate for attention. Isnt that right?"

"Ok boomer." Bella said, stared at the picture mindlessly as the image of her vapid, incredibly embarrassing position was burned into her subconscious mind.

"Now for that apology. I know you young people aren't good at much these days, but just keep your mouth open like that and I'll make some use out of you." He said as he unzipped his pants and his wrinkled cock throbbed to attention.

Bella continued drooling vacantly, her mantra still swirling around her mind as his cock pushed it's way down her throat.

She groaned around his shaft as the heat in her throat made her dazed mind tingle and a wave of pleasure washed over her. She was so out of it that even as he facefucked the dumb little cunt as hard as he could and she choked down his swollen cock, all she felt was dizziness and joy. This must be what it meant to obey her elders. She was so dumb and empty, but he was so wise and he would soon fill her up with what she needed most.

Bella coughed and sputtered as cum flooded her airways, but her braindead expression never changed. She swallowed as much as she could before he pulled out and emptied what remain across her dumbfounded face. As his cum dribbled past her lips and onto her chest, slowly trickling over the 'ok boomer' he had written there, he tossed her back into her bed and Bella dropped instantly into a deep sleep.

“And pause.” 

The irritated blonde stopped mid-sentence, her mouth frozen in frustration, as Ali looked up from her phone. 

“Whew, that’s better. Girl, I love ya… but you never stop talking,” Ali said, looking at her frozen roommate. “Hmm, I wonder what else this app can do.” She browsed through the options of her Master PC app. She scrolled through the extensive list of mental and physical changes as the profile of her roommate, Lisa, spun slowly beside them. “Wow, they really have thought of everything.” 

Looking back up at Lisa, Ali bit her lip and smiled, “Well, may as well have some fun with it. Don’t worry, Lis, you’re going to love all of this. I’ll make sure of it.” 

She gave Lisa a soft kiss on her cheek and began to play. “Boobs. I definitely know you want a little more in the chest area and, I mean, I don’t blame you. Why be in the itty bitty titty committee if you don’t have to?” She selected ‘Breasts’ and pulled the slider to the right. She saw the digital Lisa’s bust expand into an impressive rack. The app told her that her friend was now sporting a pair of full DDs. 

“Well, I suppose I need to give you a little more elsewhere,” she gave her still roommate’s butt a playful tap before increasing the “Butt” category. “Oh, and may as well make the lips a little fuller too while we’re here” 

Ali smiled and moved to mental options, “Like I said, babes, I love ya but we gotta do something about the monologuing.” 

She lowered her roommate’s conversational skills and increased Lisa’s ditziness. Ali knew the girl wouldn’t be able to get through more than a few sentences at a time before losing her train of thought. 

Then, an idea struck Ali, “You know, if we’re going to be roommates for the foreseeable future… we may as well enjoy each other a little more.” She increased Lisa’s attraction to women and made her more eager for experimentation.

“There we go. Perfect,” she confirmed her choices and watched as her roommate began to change accordingly. She couldn’t help but admire how Lisa’s full lips shined in their frozen snarl. “I think you’re good for now. Let’s bring you back.” 

She ensured Lisa wouldn’t notice any of these changes; as far as Lisa knew, she had always been exactly like this. 

“Alright, resume.” 

Lisa blinked as her mind returned in its new, altered state, “Um, wait… what was I saying again?”

A sly smile crossed Ali’s lips, “Huh? Oh, I’m not sure. Something about how great your boobs were looking today?”

“Oh, right! Don’t they look just amazing right now? Like, they always look good but this is a really good boob day,” Lisa said as she gave the girls a little squeeze, before getting lost in her thoughts. “Oh, sorry, I kind of zoned out there. Anyways, where was I?” 

Does that feel nice?

“Yes, Sir.”

You like having my cock in your ass don’t you?

“Mmhm. I like it.”

Good girl. You remember we talked about the front, too?

“Yes, Sir.”

Well, I’ve decided, and I’m not going to take your virginity.

“You’re not?”

No. God, I love how pretty your tight, little pussy looks while I’m fucking your ass. Always keep it pretty and shaved for me, okay?

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

You’re welcome.

“Sir, you mean you won’t take my virginity today, right?”

Yes, that’s right. Today.

“Oh, okay.”

Or any day.

“But… do you mean you won’t ever?”

Yes, silly. I already said that. Look how nice it looks all empty while I fuck your tiny hole.

“Yes, Sir, but-”

I bet it feels all achy, too, huh?

“Mmhm… please, I want to feel you inside me.”

No. I’ve made my decision. You are my anal only girl.

“But I’ll never get to feel it then!”

That’s okay. I’ve had lots of sex with other women. Anal feels much better. Trust me.

“But I’ve never had sex with any other man!”

And you never will. But that’s okay.

“No, please! I really, really want to feel it.”

Such a silly girl. I already told you my decision. Anyway, you told me you’ve put a finger inside before.

“Just a finger, though.”

I know, and it’s okay that you did, but no more, okay?

“No more what?”

No more fingers. No more anything. Nothing goes inside anymore. Just rubbing edges and a nice empty, achy cunt for me to watch while I fuck your cute, tight little ass.

“Can’t we… oh… maybe just one? Just one time?”

No. No times. I want to keep that cute little cunt nice and small and pretty.

“Oh, Sir, pleeease…”

That’s enough. I’m never going to fuck your cunt. That’s not something you’re allowed to have. Okay?

“Ohhhhh…”

Do you understand?

“But, Sir-”

Who do you want making decisions about your body. Me or you?

“You, Sir.”

Are you sure?

“Yes, Sir.”

Then you need to accept my decisions. Is that understood?

“Y-yes. Yes, Sir.”

There’s my good girl.

“Oh, Sir… can I… can I touch?”

Maybe another time. I want to look at this pretty, little perfectly denied cunt while I fuck you. Okay?

A friendly professor found out their secret but promised not to tell anyone. Indeed, he said he’d always supported lesbians and offered private tutoring at his city residence.